You can’t do better than that
and deep down
you probably know it.

You know
there is no gold pot at rainbow’s end
or sunset ride past the horizon
or happy ending after that pricey massage.
Fate is not so elegant.
God is not so kind.

Life is random
and God is cruel
and rapacious
and those that think better
of the world
and the possibilities therein
are stupid
or delusional
or blind.

People like us
look at people like them
and know better.
People like us
do not love life
but survive it.
People like us
look at the world
and see an empty glass.